Teenage Pregnancy Here comes the changing of the clocks inside me. Counting down the hours, minutes, seconds. Breathe, not breathe; step, not step. There are no smoothed boulders, gateposts. This is the time! How can I, we, not exist; we are here already. Us, two of us. Measuring our existence, flashing eyes ablaze.

A poem from @wishbonewords.bsky.social Issue 15 with acknowledgements to #GillianClarke and #VelimirKhlebnikov. Though mostly recognising the master of time, #VelimirKhlebnikov who knew a lot, an awful lot, about critical junctures in life. #teenagepregancy #poetrybluesky #poetrytransitions